For fun I am going to write something now. . .



I'm sittiing here chillin thinking about my future,
Today's sak, these panic attacks, and all this damn heat stress.
Growin herb, it's something I would do,
but these cops they can't handle it.
Reefers locked in cabnet,
stored away, blockin UV rays.
The police they don't trust me,
watching waiting to bust me.
I hear the birds fly by,
I see the crime rate rise.
But forget about that,
I got a bill on a sak,
Smoking a blunt after work so I can see clearly.
Looking at the world through a cloud of Venice buds.
And Thats life, thats where it's at.
Thats the place you go just to get some contact.
Now It's friday, and I don't give a fuck about tuesday.
It'll come when it comes, till then I'm smoking bowls.
Just laying here, thinking. . .
about my future, and now this damn cat.
Sleeping on my bed, not worrying for this and that.
But i guess that's why I hate them,
living their life that "God" gave them.
As I remain in my shell,
having you to tell.
About these panic attacks, and all this damn heat stress...


lol I can continue but from what I see it's a lost cause. . .lol

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4/20 Grow. . .4/20/2007 Here I Come. . .

Round 2. . .Second Round. . .

Why is Herb Illegal?

A killer, you keep workin, and working, and working and they keep
taking, and taking, and taking. They'll throw you a few little crumbs
they'll give you a home, a car, a television, a vacation. Someday you
may even have a bank account that you're scared to lose.

-Corperate Avenger